When it comes to saying goodbye, I am a crier. When I first left CT in my car to drive to Miami the tears were plentiful, each time I go back to visit with friends and family I cry when it is time to go. I mean I even cried saying goodbye to Landon’s teachers last year when his school closed. Goodbyes have always been difficult for me, but they have become infinitely harder now that I have a child.
This morning, was another tear-filled goodbye as my mom was heading back to CT after a long weekend visit with us. As I was getting ready for work, I listened to my mom and Landon play trains in his room for over an hour. Landon is incredibly lucky to have 6 grandparents, all with whom he has a unique relationship with. However, the relationship between my mom and my son is truly special.
When he was first born, my mom stayed with us for two weeks to help. When I had my brain injury, my mom quickly booked a flight and boarded a plane to take care of Landon for weeks while I was in the hospital. From day one she has been the hands-on type of grandparent. She already has a flight booked for when our second baby is born, to stay with us for ten days to help. That is just the type of parent/grandparent she is.
As I listened to the two of them play trains this morning, I could hear her quiet sniffles. When she told my son this morning she needed to say goodbye and go back home, the tears came for all of us. It breaks my heart that my son can’t have these types of interactions with his Gi-Gi on a daily, weekly or even monthly basis.
When I made the decision to move to Miami years ago, I never thought I would be here for good. I never factored in how hard it would be to live away from family once I had kids of my own. While the goodbyes are hard, I know we will all get together in a few months and have a great time. Until then….